Conceive Poems

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Conceivable

Conceivable short poem

When I awake you’re on my mind . No other subject I can find. When I see you I can’t help but smile. Wanna be by your side all awhile. Weak in the knees I come through. I see it

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Nature’s Masterpiece: The Child

Natures Masterpiece: The Child long poem

The Child… Nature’s complex and fascinating bundle of joy…. begins his exploratory itinerary of Life in the big world, outside the shelter … of his mother’s arms… recording the inexhaustible personality of Nature around him!! Looking around …he sees Nature,

An Atheist’s Portraiture Of God As The Poet Of Creation

An Atheists Portraiture Of God As The Poet Of Creation long poem

In the great dark void before He made our universe, God was primordially drunk on poetry and verse; Poesy sublimely crowned His high and haloed head As subliminally, He poeticized the decrees He made. In that last timeless even, before

Two Artists

Two Artists short poem

my daughter when I die at the moment of my death I will cease to be a gemstone wrapped in layers of pastry baked for a lifetime to have those brittle sediments crushed then scattered into the invisible wind of

Hear My Call!

Hear My Call! short poem

“What is truth? said jesting pilate, and would not stay for an answer.” Bacon, my greetings I report, of his greatness though, he couldn’t be the cleanser” Man never understands and accepts the sense revealed to him beforehand, Experience, they

Not Yet My Time

Not Yet My Time long poem

Death: the most natural And common event in the universe, Yet forsakes us all perplexed. To begin means to end, And to end means to begin— To whatever comes next. I know not, and will not Know of what is

Wo(men Insecurity)

Wo(men Insecurity) short poem

When I walk out in broad daylight, I am immediately handed with “Stand up and fight” brochures, persuaded to download the Vithyou app, begged to join self defense classes to combat the raging thirst, of uninhibited audacious beasts. I am

What If

What If prose poem

What if, the world wasn’t so swift? It wouldn’t be adrift and caught in an awful rift. What if we acknowledge each other as sisters and brothers? Instead of separation we become a congregation, under GOD one nation. From your

O Soil

O Soil elegy

Soil, Don’t be fertile more, Don’t be a mother; Child-traffickers, like mad dogs, are moving everywhere. Don’t conceive any green more, Don’t conceive any forest; The blue-eyed woodcutters, like butchers, are sharpening their axes. O Soil, Rather become a desolate

Melody Of Life

Melody Of Life short poem

Sky , it never say’s bye , day and night makes me believe , that faith only hugs and with hope future can surely can be conceive , green and blue are not just color but emotions to feel. every

Why

Why short poem

I listen and I hear them question “Why Me??” I overhear the way they think things should be, These are emotions I just do not feel, My feelings on this I know are so real. It’s a phrase I have

Roanoke

Roanoke prose poem

Well and they came by sea in the 17th century. They had the highest of hopes as they did come ashore the wild woodlands. And setting up housekeeping they were in the best of spirits in the beginning. But in

Sulking

Sulking short poem

The promised apple I did not eat. The red skin started bleeding in my palm. Butterfly flesh was unable to glide. Two round, intense eyes were chasing me. A namesake volcano bursts open in my chest, then I notice the

Mirage

Mirage short poem

Evanescent be the vision I see, ephemeral be that which I seek.. But I search for I ought, for without it, I am but nought. Not for an answering soul, but for the manifestation of that which I conceive; a

Inner Squall

Inner Squall short poem

Standing in this windy night under the sky in its violet light screams of the wind, its sounds blowing everything whatever it found watching the flashes of the sky thunder lightening up so high seeing this climate change violent mode

Hostage

Hostage short poem

Cohabiting: my poems make me sad. You reflect the times my body leaves the wound marks on sand. Again I had gone to my tattered home to sleep under the moon. There was only a small window. I would look

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Beautiful Nature

Beautiful Nature long poem

The sun rises high up in the sky Come out of bed don’t be lazy don’t be shy Welcome dear morning make it a wonderful day Always be happy always be gay!! Oh the dewdrops on the leaves tiny pearls

The Singing Birch Tree

The Singing Birch Tree short poem

A most glorified sound emerging from the center of a winter-land amphitheater. The singing of dark crowned Juncos, radiating through the shivering dry leaves of a lonesome birch tree. clothed in the tranquility of newly fallen snow. The singing birch

A Letter to My Unborn Black Son

A Letter to My Unborn Black Son prose poem

Dear son, African American warrior, Reincarnation of the people of the Sudan. I hope you understand why 
I am writing you this letter. And 
hopefully, by the time you read it
 Race relations in America are a lot 
better than what

Be An Example (leadership Has Died)

Be An Example (leadership Has Died) elegy

It would be great for adults to refocus, and think about the things they do and say. There is a saying “How would you feel if someone did that or said that to you.” Are adults in this time and

Hands Of The Saints

Hands Of The Saints short poem

Southern skies kissed with blue sapphire the backdrop, framing the moment Golden sun the yellow diamond set in blue Gentle my friend, gently at peace upon the sand of white when the moment washes over the soul, slowly, gently Lapping

The Poet And The King

The Poet And The King short poem

There once was a King, who lived in a castle, in a Kingdom of his own. He had everything, royalty could bring, except; he was alone. Since love wasn’t there, his castle was bare, just a building made out of

Waiting For Sunshine

Waiting For Sunshine short poem

Winter winter please go Need some warm sunshine Cold nose to cold feet.. A sneeze here a sneeze there God bless you they all would say Mufflers caps jackets will do the trick From the icy chilly winter prick.. My

I’ll Be There

Ill Be There short poem

Anytime the nights are long and scary The spider in the corner with legs so hairy The nightmare left you cold and scared You know I’ll be there Anytime the dawn brings fear and worry The hours ticking by as

By The Time I Find My Words

By The Time I Find My Words short poem

By the time I find my words It is time for you to say good night, It is time for you to put the children to sleep, It is time for you to switch off the kitchen lights. By the

Deep In The Abyss

Deep In The Abyss short poem

Deep in the abyss Where the land stops short And water relieves the hardened remains Of a path into an impressionable canvas It rewards it for being stony All this while For being someone else For not sinking under footprints

The Cherry Stone

The Cherry Stone english poems

I held in my hand a cherry stone And dreamed of a tree that would bear me fruit I planted it deep within the earth And with sun and with rain it began to shoot With tender stem it stretched

The Presence Prayer

The Presence Prayer long poem

Heavenly Father, I focus my thoughts on You. In the palm of Your hand, how can I lose? Your grace is sufficient for every need. All things are possible if I will only believe. Divine power through me is flowing.

Black Sensation

Black Sensation prose poem

There is not enough to water the seeds,not enough to drown the screams It holds me back like a disease but I got to feel at home got to feel my bones and feel the hole in my soul. Escape

Who Is A Person?

Who Is A Person? short poem

What is a person Is he his emotions The sound of his voice Or the consequence of his choice The wrong he has done Or the poeple he love Is he what his actions suggest him to be Or is

Your Love Is Like A Merry-go-round

Your Love Is Like A Merry go round long poem

Well you’re one hopeless romantic Almost a border line lovesick fanatic But I wouldn’t change you not if I could I love your wet and sappy kisses And the way you hold me so tight I think I’m gonna pass

Waiting for spring

Waiting for spring short poem

Want to blossom like a flower but the winter is too severe, want the snow to thaw but the sun is too weak, want to fly spreading my wings but the blood is frozen, want to sing aloud but for

Opium-architecture

Opium architecture short poem

She says: I can smell the fear of your incompetence I harness you, to make real my “creativity” Your sweat nourishes my creation As I milk your labour to polish my David. Your gnawing stomach, I feed with ideas Pickle

Hearts Are Stars

Hearts Are Stars ballad

Hearts are stars lost in a tango- between the moon and the sun. Stuck between parallel worlds- they only shine to a smiling moon only to die for a burning sun. Love is an eclipse of a sparkling moon standing

Fruit Of The Vine

Fruit Of The Vine short poem

I’m not old. I’m fermented. I’m human liquor. I’m the human fruity When it’s been sitting around for a long time Decomposing Molecules changing structure Fine spirit Body and taste Of the upmost quality A premium blend Well aged My

Nor’easter

Noreaster prose poem

It slips in at night. Stealthy and low at first. A few flakes pick up speed as the first low howl can be heard. Wind howls against the house, branches scratching at the window trying to get in. Heavy wet

Cortile Of Old House

Cortile Of Old House ballad

Along with their desolate fortune, Old parents waiting for their unsparing children, Who left them in the barren garden, For the sake of their ambitions, They omit them between the world, When they needed love and care, They gifted them

Demons

Demons short poem

This demon has seduced your inner being open the windows of your soul look before the darkness consumes your very existence draining every source of energy turning the mirror on yourself becoming lost in this unbearable reality be quick! before

Stutter

Stutter short poem

I told-told you, I-I want y-you The sunshine blinded me but I thought an angel was talking to me So I started to, to stutter, because of your, your nice little voice And I didn’t care where I was, I

Wait, Shall We?

Wait, Shall We? short poem

Wait for the clock to strike time wait for the right time to set it right no one can see where you are headed no one really cares as well it is your life, your choice, your path remember time